Two nights ago I blew my no potty mouth resolution big time. It was 2 a.m. and I couldn’t get comfortable AT ALL wearing my plastic post-op sleep goggles and trying to fall asleep on my back. Every time I’d drift off I’d feel that sensation of falling and jerk awake. It didn’t help matters that I had also crammed in 6 episodes of the first season of Lost that day, watching an extra creepy episode about someone trying to kidnap and harm pregnant gal Claire right before bed. So, at approximately 2:15 in the morning, I believe I yelled out something that sounded a lot like:
“Goddammit, I hate these F*#@!G goggles! F–K!!”
Note that I used actual letters in place of the “*#@!–” parts (honestly, it would be very hard to say those symbols and still sound angry); I’m just trying to clean up my act here. But I suppose if no one was around to hear me swear, it didn’t really count, right?
I promise this is my last complaint about the goggles. I’m almost done having to wear them and last night I slept better. I just get a little crazy when I don’t get my beauty rest.